The moonlight shines on the river, and the fishing boat falls on the river with rough waves.
I think the boy in my memory still looks the same.
Maybe I'm just a passer-by in your life
But you are my entire youth.
Coming and going are free winds, and those who are destined to meet again will meet again.
Let the spring breeze of the coming year blow away the lingering thoughts.
Memories overlap with reality, as if I have really returned to the summer of my sophomore year in high school, with the wind still sounding and the stars shining brightly.
Be be be
People come and go, I would like to write this article to make them feel at ease
Intention: Cherish